Yan Cheng looked at Master Ling Yi in horror, immediately dismissing his own unrealistic thought; it was impossible. If he wanted to end his own life, he certainly wouldn't have chosen such an extremely brutal and painful method.
Master Ling Yi crouched down with a serious expression, turned over the corpse's palm, and the finger bones, thin as chicken claws, clenched tightly together, with bits of stone still embedded under the blackened fingernails.
"Mage, who killed him?" Yan Cheng, despite not wanting to admit whether or not he was a person, remembered Master Ling Yi had said that these were all people.
